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BREAKING!!!! sebastian vettel is on pole position for the 2025 australian grand prix!!! another great qualifying for our 4 times world champion!!!!

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YOU ARE PERFECT AS YOU ARE // Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian vettel x plus-Size!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for over two weeks, so I think it's about time I uploaded it. By the way, English is not my first language so I accept constructive criticism and I apologize if there are any spelling errors.

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety attack and abandonment. Read at your own risk

Since you and Sebastian decided to make your relationship public both in the media and in the networks, you knew perfectly well that you would receive messages of support and love, and also that you would receive messages from people who would not agree with you or your relationship, and even messages of hate. But this last type of messages had been more present and had been many more than you could have ever imagined. You couldn't believe how a person could be so evil as to constantly send hate messages and even death threats towards a person you had only seen through a screen, just for the simple fact of not having a socially normative body and dating a superstar whom thousands of people considered their idol and their example to follow.

Of course you had also received messages of love and positive messages, but although these were much more numerous than the messages of hate, the human mind tends to always stay with the negative side of things, and you were not going to be the exception, so the messages of hate made much more noise in your mind than the messages of love and support.

And there you were again. Crying in the bathroom of your room with the door closed and your back against it so that no one could enter. Even though Sebastian was away at the moment because of the races, you didn't want any of your children to see you in such a deplorable state if they woke up for any reason.                                         Who would want to be seen in the middle of an anxiety attack, probably with the make-up you hadn't bothered to remove, looking at the hate messages sent to you by your husband's so-called fans? The answer is no one, and anyone who says otherwise really is a big liar.

After what seemed to you like hours lying on the floor of your bathroom reading and re-reading all the hate messages they were sending you, you struggled to get up and put your cell phone away before approaching the sink to find one of the worst reflections the mirror had given you in many years. Your makeup was smeared all over your face as you had expected, but your eyes were red and incredibly puffy, which gave away that you had indeed been crying for at least two hours, and you would even dare to say that you had been crying for longer.

With the little strength you had at that moment, you opened the faucet and began to wash your face trying to remove as much makeup as possible, you didn't even care if you had some remains or not.                                                                                                            

Once you finished, you went to your bed, which at that moment was cold and lonely due to the lack of both your husband's and your own body.

You would be lying if you said you had had a nice, restful sleep, you doubted if you had been able to sleep for at least thirty minutes. But at least spending the whole night tossing and turning in the cold and lonely bed had helped you to clear your mind and your ideas. It was clear to you, that very afternoon you would leave the house, Seb deserved much more than what you could give him. Your heart really didn't want to do that, but your mind was clouded by all the bad comments you had been receiving lately.

So once the three children woke up and you gave them breakfast, you took them to Kimi and Minttu's house, which was only a couple of minutes drive from yours. Which they didn't find strange, since whenever either of you had things to do and had no one to leave the kids with, you took them to each other's house so they could spend time together.

When you arrived home after having been driving all the way home with tears in your eyes which left you with hardly any vision, you climbed the stairs to your room as fast as you could, and started to pack the small suitcase that you would take to your mother's house, not that you had much time before Sebastian arrived home, so once you had it ready, you took a sheet of paper and a pen from his office and started to write the most difficult letter you had ever written:

Dear sebsatian.                                                            I never thought that someday I would write this letter, and you don't know how it hurts me to do it.  I am writing you this letter with tears in my eyes to thank you for all the moments we have spent together. We met in high school, and although I always deny it when we fought, I fell in love with you from the first moment we met, but I never thought we would get to where we are today: married and with three beautiful children.                                        I still remember the day I told you I was pregnant for the first time, your eyes full of illusion when I showed you the test I had done days before, and you confirmed that it really wasn't any of my jokes and that I was pregnant for real. I remember how your arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to you before hugging me with all your strength as if I was your greatest treasure and would disappear the moment you let go, before filling my face with kisses while our laughter echoed throughout the room.                        And your reaction was no less when I told you the next two times. And I promise you that you are the best father I could have ever chosen for my children. But I am not the best mother or the best wife you could ever have. That is why I am writing this letter right now. I am leaving, but don't think that you have done anything wrong or that I am leaving because of you. I'm leaving because I can't go on in this situation, pretending that everything is fine, that nothing is wrong with me in front of the kids, I can't go on pretending that all those comments don't really affect me, I can't go on pretending that they are not over afect me.

I can't stay in this house anymore, drowning between four walls.     I don't know how long I'll be gone, maybe just a couple of days, weeks, months....   I really don't know, I just want to heal my heart and mind. So, please don't look for me. If the kids ask for me tell them I love them and that I am on a work trip. I know you will be fine without me, because as I have said before, you are the best father I could have ever imagined for my children.                                                                       I love you. Don't ever forget that                                                 P.S. The kids are at Kimi's house.

Once you finished writing the letter with tears streaming down your face thankful that you hadn't worn any makeup that day, you wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. You took off the ring that had been adorning your left hand since you got married, and left it on the letter, feeling that you were also leaving a part of yourself, and walked out of the house, meeting the cab you had ordered earlier for the airport.

When Sebastian arrived home, he expected to be greeted with screams, hugs, laughter and the occasional stolen kiss as your children tried to get his attention so he could play with them as he was used to every time he returned from a Grand Prix.  But when instead of screams and laughter he was greeted by silence, something inside him knew at that moment that something was wrong.                                                                             But the last thing he expected was to find your wedding ring on top of a letter .                                                     When he finished reading this one, he dropped it on the floor along with the ring, feeling anger and helplessness take over his body at breakneck speed. I was not angry with you, I could never be angry with you, and even less so when you were not at all to blame. He was angry at all those people who had been sending you the messages that had led you to make that decision. But he was also angry at himself for having been so blind as not to realize what was happening in front of his eyes and how it was affecting you.

The first two weeks he accepted your request not to look for you or call you, but he was getting more and more desperate for not receiving even a simple confirmation that nothing had happened to you and that you were fine.  And the children didn't help either, every day they asked him when you were coming back, to which he answered that you were on a trip and that you would come back soon, which only seemed to help them until bedtime when they cried because they wanted you to take them to bed and tell them a bedtime story.

Sebastian hadn't spent any decent nights since you left. The bed felt cold and lonely without you. He wondered if that's how you felt every time he went to a grand prix.

But you'd be lying if you said you had. You had spent each and every night crying in your childhood bed missing your family, while ignoring each and every call Sebastian had made to you, while staring at the screen wondering whether to answer him or not.

(...)

It had been three months since Sebastian had come across your letter and wedding ring after returning from a grand prix, and since then he hadn't heard from you. Little by little he was beginning to lose hope that you would come home, although a part of him would really feel that you would come home when he least expected it and keep your word . Right now he was in one of your favorite bookstores in Heppenheim while the children were at home with their parents. He would really love for you to be

with him at that time and explore together all the memories you had together in that place.

He was absorbed looking at the books of his favorite section, when a voice coming from the other side of the shelf, made him come out of his thoughts. But it was not just any voice, it was a voice that he would be able to recognize blindly in a room where everyone is talking, a voice that had accompanied and guided him in his worst moments and that had never left him before, it was your voice.

At that moment Sebastian did not know how to react, he had been three months without any news about you, and now you were in the same establishment where you had met years ago, but this time in a completely different situation.

A part of him wanted to go to where he knew you were and hug you and never let you go again. But the other part of him was telling him that he should continue to respect his decision and wait for you to come looking for him.

Without knowing how, his legs had automatically moved to where you were, as if a thread was pulling your bodies together so that they would always be united.

And there you were, standing in front of each other, staring into each other's eyes but neither of you daring to say anything for fear of breaking the bubble you had created between you and of which no one else seemed to be aware.

-Not yet, but soon- you said, daring to be the first to break the silence.

-Do you promise?- Sebastian asked, raising his hand to your face as if to caress your cheek but quickly withdrawing it along the way before making contact with you.

-I promise,-you said, giving him a slight smile.

-Okay... I... miss you, but I'm glad to have seen you at least for a moment,- he said, looking down at the ground.

-I miss you too Seb, much more than you can imagine, you and the children. But I promise you that when you least expect it I'll be back with you,-you said, daring to stroke the slight stubble that I seemed to have been neglecting lately.

-The kids are with my parents, but I still don't want to leave them alone for too long. Take care of yourself, ok? I love you,- he said before looking you in the eyes for the last time and heading to the door he had entered just a few minutes ago.

-Take care of yourself too, Seb... I love you,- you said the last part in a whisper when he was too far away to hear it.

You let out a sigh and went back to your work to try to get rid of your thoughts, being away from your family was being harder than you could have ever imagined.

[...]

Two weeks after your last meeting, Sebastian had returned home after dropping the kids off at Kimi's house, as he would soon have to leave in order to practice with the new Aston Martin. But what he certainly didn't expect was to be greeted by the melody of your favorite song and the smell of his favorite dinner coming from the kitchen. With his heart racing he approached the place and what he saw couldn't have made him happier. You were there, you were back, but you were back with a much brighter aura than the one you had when you left, and that alone made all those months apart worth it for Sebastian.

-You're back,- he said from the kitchen door, startling you by his sudden appearance.

-I thought you would come back later, dinner is not ready yet, you can sit in the living room if you want.-

-Who cares about dinner, you're back,- he said, throwing himself into your arms, making you almost lose your balance, before joining your lips in a kiss full of feelings.

-I'm back,- you replied with a smile once you parted, -I promised you, didn't I? I always keep my word.-

-I can't wait to see the children's reaction.-

-I haven't missed them either, I've missed them so much.-

-so why wait. Let's call Kimi and order something for dinner. I'm sure the kids would love to have a movie night with their mother even if it's not Friday.-

-All right,- you said, putting out the fire, -but only because I feel like it too.-

-by the way , Seb... -

 -Yes?-

-I love you-

A WHOLE LIFE // SEBASTIAN VETTEL

(English is not my first language, I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes)

(There will probably be more parts to this story)

You had met Sebastian when you were both still in high school, from the first moment you met thanks to a get together with some friends in common, something inside you knew that you were destined to be together, but you didn't tell him at that moment, you didn't want to sound like a freak, but what you didn't know is that he had also felt that connection inside him, and that since then there wasn't a moment when you were not in his thoughts.

You went more than two months without speaking to each other, both out of embarrassment, but still, you spent your days thinking about each other and giving each other sly glances whenever you met in the hallways. Or well, what you thought were disguised, since you both noticed when the other looked at you, even so, neither of you dared to take the first step yet.

At least not until the last day of school before the long-awaited summer vacation. You were talking with your friends by the front door, when a more than shy Sebastian approached where you were, or rather where you were, with a smile on his face which you reciprocated.

-Hello," he said once he was already in front of you.

-Hello- you mumbled in response, feeling the embarrassment come over you-

-I… humm… I was wondering if you could… pass me your number" he mumbled so low that you doubted if you had heard him correctly.

-What? you asked to make sure that you weren't getting your hopes up in vain, and that really that blond boy who had caught your attention since the first time you saw him, and who at that moment was in front of you, was asking for your number, to you, an ordinary girl, not that you had low self-esteem, but neither did he think you were prettier or better than the rest of the girls in the school, while the whole school was aware that Sebastian was one of the most attractive guys you could find there, and that thanks to his talent, his career as a professional pilot, his career was about to take off.

-If you could pass me your number," he repeated this time louder, but still with some embarrassment adorning his voice.

You did, of course you did, you'd be foolish to waste an opportunity like that, but of course you did it without hope that he would actually write you, or at least consider doing so. You still weren't capable of thinking that someone like him could notice someone like you.

But despite all the predictions you yourself had made, that same night you received a message from a number you had not registered, and when he confirmed it was him, for the first time you felt the butterflies in your stomach that you had been hearing about all your life, and that until then you didn't believe were real. You didn't believe that someone could make you feel so many things with just a simple message that before you might have considered insignificant, like a good night message, or a good morning message without reading it.

You spent days, weeks, months… and even almost a year talking by text or call practically day and night. And although your meetings were less and less frequent due to Sebastian's demanding and tight schedule, he always found a way to send you a message to make sure you were okay, or he looked for a moment to call you even if it was only for five minutes.

You were both aware of your feelings for each other, but it wasn't until July 4, 2006 at Signal Iduna Park, in the World Cup semi-final match between Italy and Germany, that you both decided to confess your feelings to each other, albeit involuntarily. When Germany managed to score the last goal of the match, and the one that assured you the pass to the final and while you were hugging each other, without knowing how, why, or who of the two had made the move, that from one moment to another your lips were united. But what you did know, was that at that moment nothing existed but the two of you, and that you were both clinging to each other wishing that moment would never end. Unfortunately it did, though, as you both needed to regain the oxygen you had been holding on to.

You had spent the whole trip back to the hotel in silence while both of you were lost in your thoughts, while one of your fingers were intertwined with each other, and although you both realized that, neither of you did anything to break that contact, no matter how small it was.

You were about to enter your hotel room after having said goodbye to Sebastian, when a tug on your arm made you turn quickly, and before you could realize it, those lips which you had only tasted once, but which you could recognize among many others, rested on yours in a soft kiss full of feelings.

And so you ended up, confessing to each other the feelings you both had been repressing for so long in the middle of a hotel hallway. And although it wasn't what most people would categorize as romantic, for you it was certainly a unique and special moment. And unknowingly you both went to bed with a smile on your face, and thinking about what your life would be like in the future, where you would live, how many children you would have….

A year later, Sebastian finally made the long awaited jump to Formula 1, and when he asked you to accompany him to a Grand Prix, you didn't hesitate to do it. You knew how important that moment was for him, and the fact that you accompanied him made it even more special.

Although you decided to watch it from his drivers' lounge. You had never liked to draw too much attention to yourself, and that wasn't going to change at that moment when it should be all about him. Maybe he didn't finish with the best possible result, but it was his first race, plus you said he had everything he needed to achieve everything he set out to do in the future, and you weren't lying, as time ended up proving you right.

Since then you had gone to a few more Grand Prix, because you always thought that the attention should be directed to the drivers, and not to their wives or girlfriends. And Sebastian understood that, as he had always argued that a banker didn't take his wife to work.

Three years later you ended up moving into the house in Switzerland that he himself had bought years earlier.

That same year he ended up winning his first world title, while becoming the youngest ever to do so, and you ended the day celebrating the triumphs in his room in a more intimate way, although that's a different story.

That same thing happened again for the next three years, but at some point in 2013 your celebrations got out of hand.

You distinctly remember the moment you found out you were pregnant. It's not like you and Sebastian had never talked about having kids before, but at that moment, but at that moment you couldn't help but be in shock. You had been finding yourself tired, hungry and morning sickness or some smells you used to love for days.

You took advantage of a day when Sebastian had gone for an early run to head to one of the nearby pharmacies and buy a pregnancy test, before returning home as quickly as possible and locking yourself in the bathroom of your room waiting for the test result. As you watched the two lines appear on it, a variety of different feelings invaded your body. On the one hand, you were happy to hold inside you the result of the love between you and Sebastian, but on the other hand, even though you knew that he could never do anything to you, you were afraid of your reaction. At that moment he was at the peak of his career, and he didn't want you to be the one to bring him down with a baby that neither of you had planned.

You pushed all the negative thoughts from your mind as the unruly tears that had escaped your eyes with the back of your hand, and headed back to your room so you could think about the best way to break the news to him.

Contrary to all of the negative thoughts that had been rattling around in your head for the last few since you found out you were pregnant, her reaction was everything you could have ever wished for, tears had started to involuntarily invade her eyes after you handed her the test you had taken days before, along with a little redbull racing suit, before he pounced on you before you joined your lips in one of the most passionate and soulful kisses you could remember in a long time since you had been together, and once you parted he spun around as he repeated over and over again that you had just made him the happiest man in the world.

And his words were not in vain, for he spent the next few months reading every possible book on parenting, and every time you both went to bed after a long day, he would tell you everything he had learned about babies that day. In addition, whenever you were alone or he was sure that no one was watching you, he would place your hand on your increasingly swollen abdomen, according to him, so that the baby would feel him and be able to recognize him once he was born.

The last three months of your pregnancy had gone by faster and had been more stressful than you could have ever imagined. Although you appreciated that they had been during the winter vacations.

Once you reached six months pregnant and found out you were expecting a baby girl, Sebastian couldn't have been more excited.

After the end of the 2013 season he took the first available flight to Switzerland, and ended up arriving home in the wee hours of the morning, while you were already sleeping peacefully in your bed, and he did not hesitate to join you, and you were not going to lie, waking up cuddled up to his body even when you were not expecting it, was one of the best feelings you could experience.

After a couple of days of rest in which you had practically not left the bed at your request, the good times were over, as Sebastian decided it was the right time to assemble all the furniture for the baby's room, something he had been postponing every time you asked him to do it.

By mid-January, to your relief or misfortune, your daughter had decided it was time to be born, and what better time to do it than to have your water break at 4:15 in the morning. You woke up feeling a warm liquid sliding between your legs, at first you thought it was the liquid you had been having such a hard time keeping in your bladder lately, but a few moments later you realized that it really wasn't, and that your daughter was ready to meet the outside world. You woke up Sebastian feeling how panic began to take over your emotions, and although at first he did not seem to want to wake up because it was too early, once you told him that his daughter was about to be born, sleep seemed to disappear from his body all at once, and it took him less than ten seconds to take you to the car with the bag you had prepared for when the time came.

After several hours of effort, pain and suffering while you were saying all kinds of insults to Sebastian, while squeezing his hand so hard that you could break it, Irma Vettel finally arrived in the world on January 12, 2014 at 9:45 in the morning. Even though you felt like you hadn't slept for weeks, you couldn't help but feel unconditional love for your daughter the first time you held her in your arms after she was cleaned. And just when you thought you couldn't feel any more love, the sight of your little creation in Sebastian's arms while he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen made you realize you were wrong.

A year and a half later the same procedure was repeated, but this time it was your second daughter, Elba, who decided to make herself known to the outside world on October 27, 2015. But it is said that all good things come to an end, and you were not going to be an exception. After having spent his golden years at RedBull, Sebastian decided to move to Ferrari, the team he had dreamed of since he was a child, and of course you supported him in his change. But not all dreams end up being as we imagine them in our heads. After a couple of good years in the team with your friend Kimi, he was replaced by the young Alfa Romeo driver, Charles Leclerc, whom the Italians had already nicknamed "il predestinato". And although at the beginning you had not had any problems and you had both welcomed him practically as your own son, the team ended up giving the ball to the side of the new driver, offering him all kinds of advantages over Sebastian, and although he pretended that the combined favoritism With the poor results he had obtained during the last races it did not affect him and he always appeared with a smile in the paddock, during all the years you had been together you had learned to read him, and you knew perfectly well that it affected him much more than he wanted to admit. , and seeing how the shine that so characterized his eyes faded little by little only confirmed it to you. You ended up with Sebastian leaning on your body on the bed while he cried and clung to your body like he was a little child because he couldn't feel good enough to be in a Ferrari, and at that moment all you wanted was to cum. with all the people who were making him feel insufficient due to a couple of bad results, but he knew that violence would not get you anywhere, so you dedicated yourself to comforting him and convincing him that he was more than enough and that all those people were the only thing that What they wanted was to hurt him, while a part of you broke seeing him like that.

But just as the good comes to an end, the bad also comes to an end, and in 2019, after 13 years together, you decided to get married in a small and private wedding where only your closest family members and most intimate friends attended within five months. Then your third child will arrive in the world, this time a boy whom you decided to call Ibar. The following year Sebastian decided to change teams again, this time to Aston Martin, a place where you could tell they really loved him and which made his eyes regain the shine that you had missed so much during your stay at Ferrari. You both enjoyed it during that stage, until 2 years later he announced that he would retire from the sport that had accompanied him for so many years, since his goal was to spend more time with his family and be able to see his children grow and help them when they asked him to. or they really needed it. And although you had told him that it was not necessary for him to retire if he really did not want to do so, the final decision was his, and deep down you were also happy with the fact that he was going to spend more time both with your children and with you, while he looked for other hobbies to entertain yourself. You could finally live as a normal family as far as possible.

I think [Lando] has proven that he has what it needs. He has the skill. I think he will probably have a stronger year this year because of the experiences collected last year. So at the minute it looks like it's Max against Lando, naturally because McLaren are so strong and Lando has gained so much experience.

I NEED HIM TO GO AWAY

He forces his opinion on everyone AHEM (invites trump to GP) yet drivers can't share their opinions

Fuck this man, fuck everything he stands for, and FUCK EVERYONE FOR KEEPING HIM IN THIS POSITION!!!

Vettel, Hamilton, and Norris all stand up for what they believe in and because one puny self centered egotistical, small dick fuck got butt hurt because the drivers started to stand up and make voices heard you’ve decided to clamp down on everything and punish them. I can’t imagine what the drivers feel like because they can’t speak on anything anymore, if I was the drivers and the Team Principles I would make sure grievances are heard and honestly tell him to fucking shove it and speak up louder ever before

“can you watch my boyfriend for a sec?” ❁

f1 grid x fem!reader

summary: TikTok trend with the grid!!

authors note: saw the carlos one and knew i had to write about it!! his reaction made me laugh!! i also just saw mclaren do it to oscar!! i hope the other teams do it to their drivers as well!! also first time writing for seb, jenson, and daniel, i had the time so i said why not?!any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

f1 masterlist

Lewis

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to grab something from the car."

You head out, leaving Lewis alone in front of your phone's camera. He looks around, slightly bewildered.

"What? Y/N who’s on the phone? Uh, hey there. I guess I'm being watched. So... how's everyone doing? Good? Cool. Uh, any Mercedes fans here?" He starts talking about his day and how Roscoe is doing, trying to entertain the 'audience'. "Alright, she'll be back any minute now... right?"

Max

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to take out the trash."

Max raises an eyebrow as you walk away. He looks at the phone, unsure of what to say.

"Huh? Um, okay. This is weird. Hi, everyone….I guess…..Y/N what is this?! Who’s on the phone? So…what do we do now? Should I... talk about racing? Or... maybe I could just sit here…?" He awkwardly shuffles in his seat, checking his watch. "How long does it take to throw out the trash? Y/N come back! I don’t know what to say or do!"

Lando

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to get a drink from the kitchen."

Lando grins as you walk away, immediately knowing the TikTok trend. He leans in closer to the camera.

"Hey, TikTok! I was wondering when Y/N was going to do this trend on me! What have you guys been up to? Should I prank her back? Give me some ideas in the comments!" He starts to look around, trying to find something to do. "Should I play some games on my computer or maybe I'll hide and jump out when she gets back?"

Oscar

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to get my food."

Oscar blinks, looking at the phone and then at the door you just walked towards. He frowns slightly.

"Huh? What….okay? Uh, hi? I guess you guys are going to watch me eat my breakfast…Not sure what I'm supposed to do here. Should I be saying something interesting?" He scratches his head, and moves his food around, clearly uncomfortable. "So, did you guys have breakfast yet? I hope you did, breakfast is important….uhhh yea. Y/N!! Babe!! Come back!! I don’t know what to do!!"

Charles

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to take a call."

Charles watches you leave, then looks at the phone, confused but trying to be polite.

"Uh? Wait what? Hello, everyone. I guess your...on watch duty?" He laughs nervously. "This feels strange. Maybe I should sing a song? Or talk about Ferrari? Oh, I know, I'll play some music on my piano!" He moves towards the piano, but then hesitates. "Wait, how long is this call going to be? Y/N! Baby!!"

Carlos

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to make a smoothie."

Carlos looks at the camera, then at the direction you went, raising an eyebrow.

“What is this? Hello? Anyone there? Who were you talking to? Y/N?! Uhhhh hi… Wait, a smoothie? Bebe make me one too please! Okay, hi everyone. This is Carlos, just here... being watched?" He starts looking around, picking up random items on the table. "So, let me show you my favorite things on this table. This is a cool pen, and this is... a coaster. Fascinating, right?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "This is so weird. How long does making a smoothie take anyway?"

Sebastian

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to water the plants."

Sebastian gives you a puzzled look as you leave and then turns to the camera, smiling politely.

"What?! Y/N what is this? Hello? Hello? Anywhere there? I’m confused… Y/N!! Who were you talking too? Honey? … Um, hello everyone… I guess I'm under surveillance now." He chuckles. "So, while she's watering the plants, let's talk about... sustainability! Did you know you can make your own compost at home? It's really simple and great for your garden." He starts explaining the process, gesturing enthusiastically. "I hope she comes back soon because I might run out of eco-friendly tips! Oh wait!! I know! Let me show you my bees!!"

Jenson

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to grab the mail."

Jenson watches you leave with a bemused smile, then looks at the phone.

"Ummm what?! Babe? Y/N? Hello? Uhhh..hey there. So, I guess I need to be watched for a minute. You guys are in babysitting duty? Let’s see... what can I do to entertain you?" He glances around and spots his dogs. "Hey, meet my dogs! Come here babies!." He tries to get their attention but Bentley and Rouge ignore him, while Storm walks up to him, just to sit and stare at him. "Well, that didn’t go as planned. I guess they’re tired from playing this morning. Oh well, maybe next time! Isn’t that right Storm." he says putting down the camera.

Daniel

You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to fix something in the bathroom."

Daniel immediately grins and laughs as you walk away, sensing a prank.

“Huh? Babe? What? Oh wait! It’s that TikTok trend!! Alright, what’s up TikTok, what's going on? He starts making funny faces at the camera and then leans in closer. "I have no idea what to talk about. This is so stupid and awkward.” He says bursting out laughing. He keeps glancing towards the bathroom, barely containing his laughter. "Babe come back!!"

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oooooh this picture does something to me

It has been a pleasure Sebastian❤

Non pensavo sarebbe arrivato così in fretta questo momento. Non avrei mai pensato che potesse succedere così velocemente. Il problema è che il tempo passa e le cose cambiano, tanto da non farci neanche apprezzare a pieno i singoli momenti.

The last dance, siamo arrivati all'ultima gara con la tua amata Ferrari. Che dire, non era per niente la stagione che ci aspettavamo, non quella adatta per dire addio alla Rossa. Però hai dato sempre del tuo meglio e questo mi rende orgogliosa di te.

Ti sei comportato sempre come un Signore, anche quando le prestazioni non erano buone. Hai avuto quell'accuratezza nel pronunciare le critiche, con la tua solita tranquillità. Perché l'hai capito anche tu che mostrarsi arrabbiato non serviva a niente.

Ci sono tante cose che vorrei dire, ma non riesco a trovare le parole adatte. Quindi l'unica cosa che ti posso e voglio dire, è GRAZIE.

Grazie per esserti comportato come un vero signore con la squadra nonostante ti avessero appiedato già a inizio del campionato.

Grazie per quello che ci hai fatto provare in ogni singola stagione.

Grazie per l'amore che ci hai dato.

Grazie per tutto quello che hai fatto per la Ferrari, per aver dimostrato che un'amore non può finire.

Grazie per aver fatto passare 6 anni indimenticabili a tutti i tifosi.

Grazie a te che mi hai fatto crescere.

Grazie per avermi insegnato a sognare.

Grazie per non aver mollato mai.

Quel "Grazie Ragazzi" rieccheggierà per sempre tra le mura di Maranello.

Mi mancherai campione.

Danke Seb.

Speravo fosse una bufala la notizia della rottura tra Seb e la Ferrari, speravo fosse una semplice fake news e invece mi sbagliavo.

Ho stimato Seb dal suo primo mondiale in Formula 1. Ricordo i pomeriggi domenicali a guardare le gare, aspettando la vittoria del primo mondiale. Quando è entrato in Ferrari ero felicissima, aspettavo solo la vittoria del titolo mondiale. Peccato che questo sogno non si avvererà mai, rimarrà un desiderio per tutti i fan della rossa.

Ho avuto un'infanzia fortunata, sono cresciuta guardando Seb ogni domenica. Non stimo soltanto "Sebastian Vettel il pilota di formula 1", ma stimo il Sebastian Vettel della vita di tutti i giorni. Seb mi ha insegnato tanto.

Mi ha insegnato a raggiungere i miei obiettivi e non abbattermi.

Mi ha insegnato ad amare, adesso sogno di trovare un amore come quello tra lui e Hanna.

Mi ha insegnato che un sogno si può realizzare, basta solo volerlo.

Mi ha insegnato a fregarmene delle parole degli altri, l'unica opinione che conta è quella delle persone che ci amano.

Seb ha fatto, fa e farà parte della mia vita di tutti i giorni fino a quando avrò la memoria.

Mi ha fatto ridere, piangere, incazzare...

Un "mi dispiace" ora come ora non serve a niente, ormai il dado è stato lanciato e non si può più tornare indietro. Spero solo di rivederlo in pista con un posto in una qualsiasi scuderia.

Ci mancherai tantissimo.

Grazie di tutto mito.

Buon viaggio mio amato Seb❤

danke seb🫡

hello everyone !! i’m new to f1blr and would love to make some friends 😁😁😁

just started the 6 million word long sebastian vettel x mark webber fanfic that has been running since 2014. 2 chapters in and i just KNOW i'll be obsessed

WHY ARE YOU RUNNING

seb showed up at the paddock and literally all attention is on him rn, we love to see it

the way i gasped when i saw the sewis photos from the paddock today was not human sorry. i was not expecting this.

Remember that t-shirts designing F1 YouTube video the drivers did last year? Yeah me neither.

Anyways: Mick, Zhou, and Sebastian’s t-shirt designs were something I needed to sketch last year so I’m pulling some old drawings from the vault.

getting into f1 in the late 2000s-early 2010s sounded so fun but i was busy being a child i guess

Seb talking about Lando for Sky Sports

For me, this is worth hearing not only about in terms of Seb talking about Lando or whether you like the drivers involved in the conversation or not, but specially for those of you (like me) who might be struggling with mental health 🤍

Seb’s Instagram post today in Jeddah for #RACE4WOMEN event

sebastianvettel #RACE4WOMEN [CHALLENGE ME] is not just about racing - it's about creating role models, giving young people a voice - and empowering them to dream bigger!

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Seb in Jeddah today for #RACE4CHAMPIONS

What a fantastic day and experience this been , these girls had a day they won’t forget , and it won’t be the last time for #race4women here in Jeddah , thank you the track and thank you Sebastian Vettel

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Sebastian Vettel with Schumacher daughter? Age Gap/Forbidden love affair?

SV5 ★ secrets and kisses

★ Summary: Sebastian adored being your boyfriend, even if that meant lying to his idol. In where Sebastian and you, the daughter of Michael Schumacher, are in a secret relationship.

★ Sebastian Vettel x Schumacher Daughter. ★ Forbidden Love. Fluff. Kisses. ★ im thinking in a second part

You barely remember Seb as a child, not that you should feel guilty about that, life was busy then and there were so many people in your life that it was hard to keep him so present years later. But for Seb, your existence was still in the back of his mind, even after all this time; when you met again in the paddock, it was instantaneous, the feeling, the looks and the speed of your heartbeats were synchronized. Every night before you went to sleep you thought about all the things Seb had said during the day, their fleeting encounters and the interviews he gave after the races. Even though the feelings were there at first sight, the road to stability was a little slower. 

Every time they saw each other, they were surrounded by other pilots, which kept them together, since despite their age difference, they were still among the youngest. This gave them an excuse to spend more time together, but it should be made clear that even if the conversations were fluid and they always had a great time together, both kept their desires buried deep in their hearts and only let themselves be seen under the fascination of their eyes whenever they met. You could say that the mask of a mere friendly relationship was broken when Seb gave you a kiss on the cheek at one of the many parties, as innocent as it was, it changed everything for you. 

His rosy cheeks and the disappearance of Seb's self—confident attitude made you rest your lips on his. Fleeting, sweet and full of experiences to be discovered. That same night, on the balcony covered with plants, the German asked you to go out with him and you accepted. 

Almost half a year had passed since that first date when you and Seb became engaged and you couldn't be happier. Of course, it had its complications, the schedules of a Formula 1 driver and a college student with panic attacks about failing were not easy to manage, and there was another little problem. Hiding it from your father, Michael Schumacher. You weren't sure how your father, who had previously warned you that F1 drivers were a no—go area (and to be honest, you hadn't been that interested until Seb's arrival), would react, and on top of that, your father was your boyfriend's biggest idol and absolutely refused to let him down. For these reasons, your dates consisted of meetings in your car with fast food or simple walks listening to music during the weekends that you had a career (although it was not always possible because many times you did not accompany your father), while during the week they usually met in your apartment. It was no big deal, a small apartment that you had asked your parents for, with the excuse that you wanted to be closer to the university and that it was hard for you to concentrate at home with your siblings, they accepted on the condition that you could provide your own food. So, in addition to all the obstacles that were placed in front of your relationship, there were the hours of tutoring that you offered to the children in order to feed yourself. But it was all worth it. You were privileged, and having an apartment to meet Seb was an incredible advantage in your secret relationship. 

—You're coming to Monaco,” Seb asked, sitting on the floor as they ate at your coffee table in front of the TV. 

—Should I? I have a couple of essays due—Seb looked at you as you pursed your lips, you seemed to be thinking about it—But if I bring my computer I should come.

Your boyfriend smiled and unconsciously his shoulders shrugged in happiness. 

—That's good, we'll be able to sneak out in the evening—and slightly tilting towards your body with a mischievous smile he added—and I can help you with your homework. 

—Yes, sure. Homework—you rolled your eyes and Seb laughed quietly as he ate. He was so happy that his cheeks were red and sore. 

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The weather in Monaco was nice, you were wearing a tank top and an ankle—length blue skirt, a cool wind was blowing in from the balcony of your room and you decided to add a black jacket just in case the weather got even colder. Your younger brother looked at you with an arched eyebrow when you added pearl earrings to your outfit.

—Are you going out?" your brother questioned, not taking his eyes off his mobile phone.

—Yep — you didn't lie. You checked that everything was in your bag, and before you left you glanced briefly at your brother, "Don't stay playing and go out to dinner, at least with dad.

He nodded and you left the room walking down the corridors of the hotel with a smile on your face. As soon as you reached the lobby you spotted your dad talking to his friends and among them, Seb. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and was joking loudly, you approached slowly and your boyfriend was the first one to see you with a little wave of his hand, which your father turned away from. Just as everyone was joking, they also greeted you. You approached your father just to say hello and let him know that you were going out with friends, you lied. He nodded, whispering to take care of yourself and not to come back late, you shook your head in agreement and before you left, you glanced briefly at Seb, whose eyes were, as usual in your presence, sparkling.

The plan was the same every race weekend, you would leave a few minutes early with the excuse that you would spend the night with your friends or colleagues, you would wait a few minutes a block away from the hotel they were staying at and Seb would come by with his car to pick you up and spend the evening together. It was one of their favourite activities to eat snacks in the car while they were driving and then they would buy food to take away and enjoy the evening in a prominent place in the city where the race was taking place.

You waited a few minutes on a well—lit corner and before you could even get bored of looking at the beautiful golden poles, Seb appeared in front of you with his rented car. You quickly hopped off the curb and opened the car door, Seb grabbed your bag as you settled into the seat and left a kiss on your cheek. You buckled in and he rested your bag on your lap.

—Ready?" Seb raised his eyebrows as if they were about to run a race.

—You grabbed the handle of your bag and Seb pulled away, smiling.

—You don't know," he asked as if it were obvious as he averted his eyes from the road for half a second to give you one of his cocky smiles, "We're going to spend our dinner at the best place in Monaco.

You pursed your lips into a smile; he was always so self—confident, so confident of making you nervous with the simplest acts that he managed to leave you speechless. You swallowed as you watched him turn down the streets of Monaco, he always drove with one hand and it would hurt your pride to accept how handsome he looked when he did.

—By the way, congratulations on passing the General Psychology exam — Seb congratulated you and that made your heart pound, but without thinking too much you shouted.

—How do you know that? I wanted to tell you at dinner," you stammered awkwardly, slapping his thigh; at your reaction Seb laughed hysterically, realising that it wasn't you who had told him, "You were guessing?

—No, no, honey," your heart trembled slightly at the nickname, before Seb continued laughing and tapped the steering wheel gently as he parked in front of a beautiful restaurant. He entangled his hands and with a kiss he placed on your forehead, he added, "Michael's been bragging about it all afternoon.

You gasped at the thought of your father bragging to his friends about something as mundane as passing an exam, especially in front of Seb. You covered your face with the palm of your hands and when you opened your mouth to moan, Seb spoke again.

—And I think you should too.

You frowned uncomprehendingly as you pulled your hands away from his face.

—What?

—You know, bragging, being proud of what you accomplish—Seb shrugged but his gaze was steady—You should be more proud of your accomplishments, I am. Every time we meet and you tell me how you've been studying so hard and how well you've done, it just makes me so happy.

You fluttered your eyelashes not believing what you were hearing, your hand trembled and being held still by Seb noticed the slight movement and tilted his head leaving another kiss on your cheek.

—I'm going to get our food." Seb got out of the car, the heat that had formed between his hands slowly subsided but the tingling did not. You felt yourself swallow hard before you threw yourself down on the seat laughing and wiggling your feet, Seb liked it so much that the only thing you wanted at that moment was for him to feel that way too.

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The night in Monaco was quieter than you would think. They had settled near a park, which due to the timetable was closed and they couldn't walk around. Having finished all your food we took the opportunity to rest your legs on Seb's lap with your back against the door. You were telling him about one of the many dramas of your university. Even if he pretended not to, Seb loved drama and even more so if it didn't involve him.

—I swear she rejected him, and he was really angry — you waved your hands dramatising the whole situation.

—That's not very nice," Seb commented. "Obviously being rejected isn't the best experience, but getting angry at the person I doubt it makes it any better.

—Exactly! And then he accused her of taking advantage of him and threw the ice cream on her dress—you paused and slapped your thigh hard—God, an ice cream Seb! If someone really did that to me they wouldn't have any hairs left to pluck.

—That's really awful, but now that you mention it," Seb began, registering your curious stare, "It's time for us to go get some ice cream.

Lowering your legs off his body you both celebrated your successful night with loud music and silly singing, at a traffic light you came to ask him.

—How are you feeling about the weekend," Seb hadn't mentioned the subject all night which surprised you, it's not like he could tell you the team's strategies but he kept a pretty wide berth for the expression of his feelings about racing. Seb scratched the back of his neck and, with his eyes on the road, replied.

—I'm not sure... For some reason everyone seems so interested in winning in Monaco that the fact that it's not so special to me keeps me... Confused.

—Seb... I can assure you that Monaco is not that important, I mean no more than other races," you assured with a confidence that made your boyfriend grimace, "Really, you'll do fine.

—Well, if a Schumacher says so, I guess I'll just have to listen to him," Seb's car got closer and closer to the busy streets of Monaco and as soon as they found a place to park for ice cream they pulled over with smiles already formed from anticipation. Opening the car door, you didn't hold back your comment.

—Of course, the winning instinct is in my blood," you exclaimed, putting your foot on the floor and looking up, and before you could warn him, you grabbed Seb's elbow to pull him into the car and slammed the door abruptly shut, stowing yourself in the safety of the car. Seb, who still didn't understand, screamed.

 You covered his mouth with your palm only to direct your eyes a few metres away from you, where Michael Schumacher was leaving a restaurant with his friends and your brother. You both held your breath.

okay I was this close 🤏 to buy a red bull cap but I controlled myself since the economy in my house is not the best so im thinking to ask for it to my birthday (february)

seb in his natural state

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